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Showing posts with label this place. Show all posts

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Summer Vacated


"may you live in interesting times"--an ancient curse, I believe.
Alas, it's been an interesting summer.

I hope to make new and regular contributions to this spot, including themes of, but not limited to, school, weather, travel, love, music, dining, drinking, smoking, sanity, and picture making.

Stay tuned...

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Immoral Fate, Hail Mary, etc.

I regret that I've been under the weather and rather busy the past couple of weeks, and as a result have not posted. But I'll have some thoughts on The Coronation of Poppea, and the Hail Mary as well. Soon...

Monday, February 4, 2008

Mapled

For better or worse, I've always been rather willful and contrary--just a quirk of personality born of shyness and (perhaps) benign neglect. This trait manifests itself in a habit of leaving social situations without fanfare or so much as a farewell if I'm not feeling the groove, turned off, or otherwise bored. I would just prefer to slip out unnoticed than burden anyone with any sort of obligation, guilt, or challenge to justify my continued presence. Sometimes it's out of true annoyance or distaste that I leave a social situation, sometimes simple lack of interest, usually something in between. I've left parties, bars, art openings, and concerts over the years--hey, it's my prerogative--the world isn't going to end, is it? Let me save you the energy--I can find the door myself.

A few years ago I attended a concert by a group recommended by bandmates and friends, the band being US Maple (which is not important, as it could have been any number of bands). As the show progressed, I found myself not really connecting with the music; it wasn't bad, it just wasn't speaking to me at that time--to be honest, it struck me as something I'd rather be playing than listening to--if that says anything about my willfulness and contrary nature... Anyway, as my friends closed in on the stage, very much into the performance, I fell back to the edge of the room. Then it struck me (as it does from time to time): I'm not really enjoying myself, maybe I should just leave... And leave I did, tossing my beer in the trash and pushing open the exit, glad to be free of the music and the obligation.

The next day, amid an exchange of emails, my friends realized that I had left, well, earlier than they thought. Talking about it later to Mrs. 'tini, the term "Mapled" was coined; referring to the act of leaving a social situation unannounced, prematurely, and slightly annoyed.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Voices in the Night

...like constant, frantic conversation, and nervous shuffling about, and the rattling of furniture and god knows what from another room. That's what the winds sounded like last night, the incredibly high, gusting winds, marking a rise from the 30's to the mid 50's, and then a steep drop to about 13 degrees, all within a few hours. Between the noise and the anxiety of the severe damage which might be caused to the house, it was a fitful night.
Sometimes nature seems to burst at the seems, behaving in ways it's not "supposed" to. It's those moments that make you wonder how we ever made it this far.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Only a hardcore Clevelander would like...


... a day like today. Or not even. Bitter cold, wet and snowy, and a deep blue-gray dimness soaks the day.

My daughter hates the cold, and she hates the relentless heat and blaring sun in the summer. Somewhere moderate and slightly temperate is in her bones. Me, I've always taken it in stride--I've been here all my life, in Cleveland. I think that after a certain point it became an evocative link to other memories--weather and light do that--conjure up previous times and moods in the same conditions. If one were to switch to a drastically different climate after spending half his life in another, what would become of those memories? What would trigger them? Would nostalgia fade or grow stronger? Or simply become confused, like a puppy in his first snow?

Friday, January 18, 2008

It's somewhere I'm not...



...the Mantini, that is--at least not always.

It's the place to go after hours or between clients to refresh and recreate. If you need a bite to eat or just something to chew on, you may find it here. Let me get you a drink--the first round is on the house.